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HAHAHA, I have a funny one that happened to me. This was back in the 70's - we were driving all around South Texas - doing elicit drugs, etc., bahahaha - anyway, it got really late at night and was dark and we were tired and we just pulled off to the side of this road - there was no traffic - so we got out our sleeping bags (there were four of us) and just plopped them down on the side of the road and fell asleep (aka passed out).

ANYWAY, the next morning we are awoken by TRAFFIC - tons and tons of TRAFFIC whizzing by, and there we are, not more than 10 feet off the main road in our sleeping bags. Turned out that at night it was a 2 a.m. in the morning it is a dead highway, but during the day - whizz whizz whizz. We were WIDE AWAY AT 6 A.M., LOL.

So often times it happens that we live our life in chains, and we never even know we have the key. ...Eagles, "Already Gone"

Sorry, I do realize the gravity of the situation, but my immediate thought upon reading this title was sort of Groucho Marx-like: What was a hamburger doing parked in the middle of the interstate with no lights on? Don't be angry with me, it was just my initial reaction. Can't you just see Groucho waggling his cigar while saying that?

Just when I think that I have seen the most depraved things a human can do to another human, somebody posts a new story...........

Why is it that when a custodial parent fails to provide for a child it is called neglect and is a criminal matter. But when a non custodial parent fails to provide it is called failure to support and is a civil matter?

"Just when the caterpillar thought its world was over, it became a butterfly" ~ Michelle Knight

Sorry, I do realize the gravity of the situation, but my immediate thought upon reading this title was sort of Groucho Marx-like: What was a hamburger doing parked in the middle of the interstate with no lights on? Don't be angry with me, it was just my initial reaction. Can't you just see Groucho waggling his cigar while saying that?

I am delighted that this idiot was not the cause of some other person's demise or injury. Him I don't give a fig about.

When I was 16, I was a passenger in a car my friend was driving. We were driving down a dark, fairly desolate road. What we didn't know was that there was a drunk, parked in the road, with his lights off. Of course, my friend didn't see him in time to stop. We hit him doing full on, and we were doing 65 mph. I know how fast we were going because the speedometer was stuck at 65 mph afterwards. Being dumb and 16, neither one of us was wearing our seat belts. The steering wheel actually saved my friend from very serious injuries, but I wasn't as lucky, and I went through the windshield. At the time of the accident, my foot was perched on the dashboard in front of me, and my entire leg was forced through the glovebox and dashboard, which broke every single bone in my foot and fractured the leg bones. By the time I regained conciousness, I could feel the shards of glass in my eyeballs each time I blinked, and each time I breathed in I could feel the shards of glass being sucked down my nose into my throat and lungs. I remember I was wearing white pants, and as I looked down on my lap, all I could see was a huge stream of blood pouring from my face and head onto my white pants. I also remember wondering WTF just happened, and looking through the busted windshield to see the drunk get out of his car (he was fine), reach through his back door window, and grab another beer, opened it up, and sat there and drank it---didn't even bother to see if we were allright. Luckily, other passersby stopped & held him there long enough for the police to get there. After many facial plastic surgeries (reconstructive) and surgeries to my leg, and a month in ICU, I still have the scars, both physical and emotional. We were listening to a particular song on the radio full blast when the accident happened, and still to this day I cannot be in a vehicle and listen to that song. It was "Living on Prayer" by BonJovi, and the lyrics almost echo the accident, because the song starts out with breaking glass noises, and we were halfway home. Creepy.

Sorry for the novel. This thread title brought back some icky memories----